Escape
Do not run, do not cry
The story spills out before your eyes
Hide the depth of pain, of agony
Speak to Ahab, Oliver, and Harry
Run your fingers along its spine
Like Gollum you may claim "it's mine"
Let the story absorb your soul
Let it come, claim you whole
For it is a medium with the power to heal
Friends who you can all but feel
Comrades who will be there when you are down
To come and turn your frown around.
Flex your mind with Karamazov
Goof around with Harry and Ron
Become another, travel afar
In it's mind, you're the star.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world